I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13701 | 2020-11-01 19:30:15 | 157.25 | 98% |
| 12426 | 2020-05-11 16:05:43 | 140.97 | 99% |
| 718 | 2018-11-17 10:08:35 | 108.84 | 97% |